Revenge

I wish if

I were insane

I would wait for him

in the dark

lonely compartment

I know

he would come

searching  me

with his dirty face.

As the breeze

passes along,

and as the whistle of the train

reminds those memories haunting me.

When the monster

enters the cabin

with his fouled blood

flooding by veins

I would slowly dare

to take out the knife

hidden in bag

with my shivering hand

And dipping it

in the venom of lust

I would pierce it

right below his abdomen

My screams

louder than

the train’s whistle

would surely fall

on  many deaf ears.

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